Boiling with hatred

The sight of Draco with Liana was a constant source of desperation. Lucian was filled with an all-consuming hatred towards his brother, and the woman he longed for. It felt like a crushing weight on his chest that he couldn't shake off.

Lucian couldn't help but compare himself to his brother, and the unfairness of it all. He had the same desire to claim a her, yet fate had conspired against him. He cursed himself for not being the one to find her first, for not being the one to make her his own.

When he watched Draco and Liana together from afar, Lucian's mind was consumed with thoughts of what could have been. "Why did I have to be cursed with this longing, this ache that I cannot satisfy? Why must I suffer in silence while my brother basks in the warmth of her love?" he yelled to himself, frustrated at his own inability to control his emotions.

Lucian's jealousy burnt like a wildfire, fuelling his hatred towards his brother. He couldn't bear to see them together, to see the love and